<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3844529355035830905</id><updated>2011-04-21T19:58:30.843-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Chasing The Sun.</title><subtitle type='html'>.LIVE.LAUGH.LOVE.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://videogirl05.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3844529355035830905/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://videogirl05.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>ViDE0GiRl.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18008983654288640886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tPFgocpfSDY/SXtxZSo4T9I/AAAAAAAAADA/bTY5dyOV288/S220/untitled5.bmp'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>11</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3844529355035830905.post-3042068311770059250</id><published>2009-02-08T06:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-08T06:31:31.803-08:00</updated><title type='text'>i heart question mark?</title><content type='html'>i heart question mark - taylor swift&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont know what to wrote about. nothing interesting is going on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well,i guess theres always valentines day. too bad i hate it with a burning passion. its so stupid. why have a day where you can see boyfriends showering their girls with roses and chocolates everywhere you go? it just makes people who don't HAVE a boyfriend or a girlfriend feel terrible,because they get stuck with getting something from their parents. i really hate it. ive never had any sort of relationship on valentines day,except with nick. we watched movies and ate hershey kisses the whole time,but it was nice. but i just dont see the point in valentines day. or maybe i'm just bitter?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3844529355035830905-3042068311770059250?l=videogirl05.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://videogirl05.blogspot.com/feeds/3042068311770059250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3844529355035830905&amp;postID=3042068311770059250' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3844529355035830905/posts/default/3042068311770059250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3844529355035830905/posts/default/3042068311770059250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://videogirl05.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-heart-question-mark.html' title='i heart question mark?'/><author><name>ViDE0GiRl.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18008983654288640886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tPFgocpfSDY/SXtxZSo4T9I/AAAAAAAAADA/bTY5dyOV288/S220/untitled5.bmp'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3844529355035830905.post-6166408074609378394</id><published>2009-01-24T11:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-24T12:06:05.065-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tPFgocpfSDY/SXt0NG4sHPI/AAAAAAAAADY/GAF0aQ2GLBE/s1600-h/n556626981_1910581_5859.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 380px; height: 250px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tPFgocpfSDY/SXt0NG4sHPI/AAAAAAAAADY/GAF0aQ2GLBE/s400/n556626981_1910581_5859.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294953555439656178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im loving that picture... :) that i made.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;song of the day - a little bit longer by the jonas brothers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its been a boring day. very boring. i should be studying,but i'd rather not. :/&lt;br /&gt;i'm in an iffy mood. and as steinz has said, my piss is getting heated. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ugh. idk whats wrong with me today. :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3844529355035830905-6166408074609378394?l=videogirl05.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://videogirl05.blogspot.com/feeds/6166408074609378394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3844529355035830905&amp;postID=6166408074609378394' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3844529355035830905/posts/default/6166408074609378394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3844529355035830905/posts/default/6166408074609378394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://videogirl05.blogspot.com/2009/01/im-loving-that-picture.html' title=''/><author><name>ViDE0GiRl.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18008983654288640886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tPFgocpfSDY/SXtxZSo4T9I/AAAAAAAAADA/bTY5dyOV288/S220/untitled5.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tPFgocpfSDY/SXt0NG4sHPI/AAAAAAAAADY/GAF0aQ2GLBE/s72-c/n556626981_1910581_5859.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3844529355035830905.post-3948664897570271527</id><published>2009-01-22T17:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-22T18:28:40.495-08:00</updated><title type='text'>WOWZA!!!!!!!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tPFgocpfSDY/SXkql3ScjpI/AAAAAAAAACg/mR7BNJOKs9c/s1600-h/untitled5.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 95px; height: 160px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tPFgocpfSDY/SXkql3ScjpI/AAAAAAAAACg/mR7BNJOKs9c/s400/untitled5.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294309666935574162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;song of the day: decode - paramore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;holyholyholyholyholyCRAP,dudes.&lt;br /&gt;its been a while,eh? :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alooooooooooot has happened since i last wrote!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me and nick,are no more. :P he has a girlfriend who he loves,which makes me happy. me and him are as close as ever. best friends. i still think about when we were together,and i get happy,but i get sad too. i mean,i really fell hard for him. i dont still like him,no. but he was one of the best boyfriends-type-thing that ive ever had... but its over,and im happy. we're best friends now,which is more important. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND! brandon asked me to semi last month.. :D it was fucking fantastic! i dont think my heart as ever beated so fast. it speeds up whenever im around him,it speeds up when he smiles,when he looks at me. it speeds up even when i think about him.. like now. its going like 7832709436 miles an hour.. no doubt. hes just so ugh. :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but anyway,semi was awesome. :) when he asked me,it was SO cute. :) so we were at lunch and he was talking to my friends emily and josh,down the table from where i was. and i heard the,they were like ''go ask her,gogogogogoooo!" so,naturally,i was curious. so when i saw him walking over to me i turned my head,pretending to talk to whoever i was with. then he comes over and taps me on the shoulder.so i turned around. and hes like&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"are you going to semi?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me: "yup,why?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;brnadon: "well..wanna go with me? (insert blushing cutie here)"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me: "(stunned...i just nod. alot. and smile. alot. and blush. alot.)"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and he walked away. and it was amazing. and emily,josh,chels,and my other friend danielle basically attacked me with "AWWW!" and "OMG THAT WAS SO CUTE ARE YOU EXSCITED" and it was perfect. xD so the next night was semi. and i got there,and not long after brandon got there. and just.. as soon as i saw him a smile just erupted on my face. i couldnt help it. immidiate reaction,i guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but  i had so much fun.. it was amazing. for every slow song that played,he held me so tight,i almost couldnt breathe.. but that could've been just me. who knows?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in any case,we've gotten pretty close. we flirt alot now,but its pretty subtle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway enough about brandon. ive rambled enough. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;theres been a few ups and downs with my friends,but we're all good. everyone loves everyone.. and i love danielles boyfriend kurt. cause hes a ginger. and hes so sweet. :) she said i could marry him. but i just wanna bang him. its all good though. :D aahhaa. im a loser. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so thats basically it..youre all up to date. :) for now anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you know you love me!&lt;br /&gt;xoxo,&lt;br /&gt;VG. &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3844529355035830905-3948664897570271527?l=videogirl05.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://videogirl05.blogspot.com/feeds/3948664897570271527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3844529355035830905&amp;postID=3948664897570271527' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3844529355035830905/posts/default/3948664897570271527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3844529355035830905/posts/default/3948664897570271527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://videogirl05.blogspot.com/2009/01/wowza.html' title='WOWZA!!!!!!!!!!!!!'/><author><name>ViDE0GiRl.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18008983654288640886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tPFgocpfSDY/SXtxZSo4T9I/AAAAAAAAADA/bTY5dyOV288/S220/untitled5.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tPFgocpfSDY/SXkql3ScjpI/AAAAAAAAACg/mR7BNJOKs9c/s72-c/untitled5.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3844529355035830905.post-3243778086576959005</id><published>2008-10-20T13:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-20T14:02:40.943-07:00</updated><title type='text'>: )</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tPFgocpfSDY/SPzxYxN5hrI/AAAAAAAAACY/yofN1mOIbQI/s1600-h/HER.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tPFgocpfSDY/SPzxYxN5hrI/AAAAAAAAACY/yofN1mOIbQI/s400/HER.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259343872692684466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Song of the day: Come on over - Jessica Simpson&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sooooooo. Good mood today. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm hanging out with Nick almost ALL week. :D It's gonna be great fun. I caught him looking at me today at lunch,and I stuck my tongue out at him and he smiled at me. SMILED. I mean seriously,usually he'll make a face back.But no,he smiled. What a creep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel the need to put some shoutouts here. Dunno why,just kinda feel like it. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chelsea/Juno/Kels/Stoner/ - i looooove you,little sis! :) you know if you ever need to talk,i'm always here for you! and remember , there ain't no party like an alcoholic party! &amp; we only got four minutes.Chicka-chicka.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ryan/Steinz/Red/TOmato Bisque/Bleeker/Fire Crotch - duuuuuudddeeeee. i love you,brother! never change,or i just MIGHT have to kill you! (&amp; i cannot WAIT for our roadtrip!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Emily/Boner/Bones/Boney/Emmy B/Boney M/Lia - fuck our lives,eh? i think that speaks for itself. :) love yooooou baybay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Josh/Joshie Ray/JR/Jawah/JW/Joshie - you don't have blogger,but im saying hello anyways! :) you're a good kid,don't ever change. i love you,little bro!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;^ those four upthere,are my best friends. i wouldn't go a day without them. i COULDNT go a day without them! they're all special to me in different ways,and i love them to peices! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;live large and laugh loud!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;VIDEOGIRL.&lt;/B&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3844529355035830905-3243778086576959005?l=videogirl05.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://videogirl05.blogspot.com/feeds/3243778086576959005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3844529355035830905&amp;postID=3243778086576959005' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3844529355035830905/posts/default/3243778086576959005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3844529355035830905/posts/default/3243778086576959005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://videogirl05.blogspot.com/2008/10/blog-post.html' title=': )'/><author><name>ViDE0GiRl.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18008983654288640886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tPFgocpfSDY/SXtxZSo4T9I/AAAAAAAAADA/bTY5dyOV288/S220/untitled5.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tPFgocpfSDY/SPzxYxN5hrI/AAAAAAAAACY/yofN1mOIbQI/s72-c/HER.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3844529355035830905.post-9032269451297987160</id><published>2008-10-19T17:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-19T17:47:19.071-07:00</updated><title type='text'>SQUAD MITHERINE!</title><content type='html'>Song of the day: Driveway - Miley Cyrus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay so, Ryan told me that two of our friends like eachother. [Michael and Katherine,two complete nerds who I love.] So,he told me that he and Chels were gonna get them together,and I wanted in. So, Chels,Raves,our friend Steckey and myself are called Squad Mitherine. [Michael-Katherine.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As excited as I am,it just goes to show that everyone is starting to double up lately.Whatever,I'm not bothered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THIS WEEKEND IS GONNA BE AMAAAAAAAZING! Wanna know why? I have THREE parties! YAY! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday - Party Bus for Steckley's birthday. (For those who don't know what a party bus is,it's this MASSIVE bus thats all tricked out with flashy lights and leather seats and a big screen tv AND SURROUND SOUND! :D) Anyway,after the party bus,I have to race down the street to my friend Megan's house for the tailend of her party.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday - my friend Erika's birthday party! It's gonna be a blast,cause Brandon might be there... :D And also,it's gonna be a dance party. Everybody knows I love to break it down Newfie style. xD Just ask Emily's camper and her Jonas Brothers CD. Yeah,don't ask. Please. :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soooooo,I haven't been talking to Chelsea since friday. :( I miss my sisterrrrr. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really want an apple,so I'm gonna go get one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace,love,music,and whatever else makes you happy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;&lt;U&gt;videogirl.&lt;/U&gt;&lt;/B&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3844529355035830905-9032269451297987160?l=videogirl05.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://videogirl05.blogspot.com/feeds/9032269451297987160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3844529355035830905&amp;postID=9032269451297987160' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3844529355035830905/posts/default/9032269451297987160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3844529355035830905/posts/default/9032269451297987160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://videogirl05.blogspot.com/2008/10/squad-mitherine.html' title='SQUAD MITHERINE!'/><author><name>ViDE0GiRl.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18008983654288640886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tPFgocpfSDY/SXtxZSo4T9I/AAAAAAAAADA/bTY5dyOV288/S220/untitled5.bmp'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3844529355035830905.post-8188783165559518755</id><published>2008-10-18T12:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-18T12:32:16.535-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Why are boys so stupid?</title><content type='html'>Song of the day: Leave the Pieces by The Wreckers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So,officially horrible mood. I woke up this morning,knowing it was Saturday and I could just relax all day. I was feeling pretty good,up until an hour ago when I was in my room looking through old pictures and came across one of Brandon.  Then I started to think about him,and now I feel rotten. I was supposed to go to Chelsea's [The Masked] tonight and he was gonna be there,and CHels and Emily were gonna talk to him then,but Chels had to cancel because she got lost at the University and oh my. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think fat's playing a trick on me. Every window of oportunity that there's ever been , have been slammed shut and boarded up. It's as if God doesn't want me and Brandon together. It feels as though it's not meant to be,when I've been hoping,&lt;i&gt;praying&lt;/i&gt; that it would be. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's like I said to Emily. I think I'm jinxed. Everytime there's a fully open oportunity for her and Chels to talk to Brandon,it closes up. Everytime I start to get in a decent mood,memories come rushing back and I feel like crap. :/ I don't know what to do anymore. I'm so lost with this situation,you wouldn't even believe. And if God decides NOT to be an asshole and puts me and Brandon together,what do I do about Nick? I still care about him alot,and I don't want to just drop him on his ass like he did to me so many times before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I'm just meant to be miserable my whole life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;videogirl.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3844529355035830905-8188783165559518755?l=videogirl05.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://videogirl05.blogspot.com/feeds/8188783165559518755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3844529355035830905&amp;postID=8188783165559518755' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3844529355035830905/posts/default/8188783165559518755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3844529355035830905/posts/default/8188783165559518755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://videogirl05.blogspot.com/2008/10/why-are-boys-so-stupid.html' title='Why are boys so stupid?'/><author><name>ViDE0GiRl.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18008983654288640886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tPFgocpfSDY/SXtxZSo4T9I/AAAAAAAAADA/bTY5dyOV288/S220/untitled5.bmp'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3844529355035830905.post-9178730436028374779</id><published>2008-10-17T20:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-17T21:39:18.325-07:00</updated><title type='text'>hmm.</title><content type='html'>Song of the day: The Best THing - Relient K&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;soooo i wrote a new poem/song/thingymajiggy. i wrote it for...well. theyll know who they are :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[i][b]nobody gets me&lt;br /&gt;the way that you do.&lt;br /&gt;if ever tehre's a problem,&lt;br /&gt;you're the one i go to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we talk about everything,&lt;br /&gt;there's laughs and theres tears.&lt;br /&gt;as long as your by my side,&lt;br /&gt;there are no fears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we never get bored,&lt;br /&gt;we're always so sure,&lt;br /&gt;we would dance around&lt;br /&gt;as the rain would pour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;because its always friends like you,&lt;br /&gt;that know the real me.&lt;br /&gt;and i'll forever know,&lt;br /&gt;how close we'll be.[/b][/i]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so there it is. its kinda rocky and needs editing,but yeah. comments?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tPFgocpfSDY/SPloUHPzZNI/AAAAAAAAACM/bZGyIrbct-s/s1600-h/mad.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tPFgocpfSDY/SPloUHPzZNI/AAAAAAAAACM/bZGyIrbct-s/s400/mad.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258348734683768018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me and emily hung out tonight and almost got attacked by a moose. please dont ask questions. :P some things are better off unknown. and also, in other news, im wondering if me and nick will ever end up together. its a possibilty,but its a difficult sitatuin. he's younger and a little shorter and none of my friends really like him. i think its because they dont really know him like i do. and the brandon situation aswell. he's friends with basically all of my friends,and he's taller but still younger. chelsea and emily haven't been able to talk to him yet,but hopefully i'll know something soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ive always wondered if theres REALLY someone out there for everybody. sure,people get married and stuff,but just because you have alot in common and you feel comfortable with this person and they make you feel good,doesnt mean you're in love. i don't believe in love anymore,since ive gotten my heart stomped on so many times. people believe in soul mates, but is there really such thing? i just feel so awkward when im around my friends and their boyfriends/girlfriends. i feel left out that i dont have anybody. it's upsetting and quite annoying at times. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sorry for the ranting...again. :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;peace.love.music.&lt;br /&gt;xoxo,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[b]ViDE0GiRl[/b] &amp;hearts;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3844529355035830905-9178730436028374779?l=videogirl05.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://videogirl05.blogspot.com/feeds/9178730436028374779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3844529355035830905&amp;postID=9178730436028374779' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3844529355035830905/posts/default/9178730436028374779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3844529355035830905/posts/default/9178730436028374779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://videogirl05.blogspot.com/2008/10/hmm.html' title='hmm.'/><author><name>ViDE0GiRl.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18008983654288640886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tPFgocpfSDY/SXtxZSo4T9I/AAAAAAAAADA/bTY5dyOV288/S220/untitled5.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tPFgocpfSDY/SPloUHPzZNI/AAAAAAAAACM/bZGyIrbct-s/s72-c/mad.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3844529355035830905.post-6600068164928213698</id><published>2008-10-15T11:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-15T11:57:15.671-07:00</updated><title type='text'>wise words....</title><content type='html'>Song of the day: Cry for you - September&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quote: Dont you wish you were a sloth. In a world where nothing matters, everythings mellow, everythings cool, everythings safe, nobody bothers you, you donty have time to both anybody else, you spend your life just going, no worries, ever.You just hang from the tree and look around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;true words,spoken by my giner-haired brother Ryan,from The Raven's Nest. He is seriously one of the best friends I've had in a long time,and I love him to peices.He's always there with wise words,and helpful advice. Thanks,bro!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywho,things are better today. Me and Nick,we're cool. He doesn't ask me about Josh anymore,which I'm relieved for. Nick was supposed to come over today,but his baby brother has food poisoning and he had to stay home. At times I really wish I could kill Nick,but sometimes he's really sweet. So instead,he asked me to come over tomorrow after school,and I think I might.I still really like him,weather he chooses to notice or not.Whatever,as long as we're friends I'm happy. And besides that point,his little brother is the cutest. :) Also,if you wish to know the exact way I feel about Nick,I suggest you look up the lyrics/listen to Better in Time by Leona Lewis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tPFgocpfSDY/SPY6FryNzUI/AAAAAAAAAB8/9yOeVmrQt4M/s1600-h/TH+%26+JB.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tPFgocpfSDY/SPY6FryNzUI/AAAAAAAAAB8/9yOeVmrQt4M/s400/TH+%26+JB.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257453484328734018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...WOW!? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who woulda thought that Tokio Hotel and the Jonas Brothers would EVER be seen in the same picture together. Nevertheless,who woulda thought that they HIT IT OFF!? Wowzaaaaa. I love those bands though. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well,my two best friends/sisters, Emily [Endangered Sanity] and Chelsea [The Masked], have decided they were gonna talk to Brandon for me. (FYI:Brandon's the guy who's girlfriend had me break up with him for her.) They haven't told me what they are gonna say to him,but aparently if I know,it'll be awkward. :S Meh,whatever. He'll find out eventually that I've basically been in love with him for the past 4 years. I know love's a big word and I'm really not sure if I'm in it. I've been in it,oh yes. Yesyesyes. But right now?Not so sure. Could just be puppy love,but who knows?Not me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a masssssssssive bruise on my arm. Why? EMILY BIT ME. She fuggin' bit me. &lt;br /&gt;But it's okay,I still love her. :D She's my little sister. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;peace out,cubscouts.&lt;br /&gt;xoxo,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;videogirl.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3844529355035830905-6600068164928213698?l=videogirl05.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://videogirl05.blogspot.com/feeds/6600068164928213698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3844529355035830905&amp;postID=6600068164928213698' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3844529355035830905/posts/default/6600068164928213698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3844529355035830905/posts/default/6600068164928213698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://videogirl05.blogspot.com/2008/10/wise-words.html' title='wise words....'/><author><name>ViDE0GiRl.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18008983654288640886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tPFgocpfSDY/SXtxZSo4T9I/AAAAAAAAADA/bTY5dyOV288/S220/untitled5.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tPFgocpfSDY/SPY6FryNzUI/AAAAAAAAAB8/9yOeVmrQt4M/s72-c/TH+%26+JB.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3844529355035830905.post-3323707750048679742</id><published>2008-10-10T11:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-10T11:35:17.376-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rotten mood. &gt;:[</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tPFgocpfSDY/SO-gVXOB-TI/AAAAAAAAABc/DE_RV8YhL9U/s1600-h/Nick+j+-+heart.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tPFgocpfSDY/SO-gVXOB-TI/AAAAAAAAABc/DE_RV8YhL9U/s320/Nick+j+-+heart.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255595579035220274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Song of the day: Hot N Cold by Katy Perry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kso. its been a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lots of shit going on... lots of BULLshit. lots of GUY bullshit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so... ive had a crush on this guy i know since grade 6. about three weeks ago,i had the displeasure of being the messanger for his girlfriend,wanting to rbeak up with him. i felt horrible,but it only made me like him more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now,the newest guy drama. i had a sort of.. year-long fling with this guy named nick last year. i really really liked him,and it was all in secret. we didnt talk in school,but we'd hold hands on the bus and if i was over to his house after school,there was alot of kissing and not alot of talking. but this year,he's changed. he likes this girl named fallon. so does my bestbestbest guy friend josh. so,they both asked her out and she denied them. but then,nick tells me on the bus yesterday that he asked fallon to a movie tonight. aparently,she said yes. i told this information to josh,and he didnt take it so well. he was upset all day,and snapped at anyone who talked to him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the catch? nick lied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my other friend brad told me that he didnt ask fallon out for this weekend. the f ucking bastard lied right to me face,but it wouldnt be the first time..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nick asks me on the bus, "whats wrong with josh?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i said i wasnt going to tell him. so he said "if he doesnt stop being mad at me,im gonna ask him to fight about it on tuesday."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i snapped. "YOU FUCKING ASK HIM TO FIGHT AND YOU WLL NEVER EVER TALK TO ME AGAIN,YOU GOT THAT!?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i really dont know what i ever saw in him. he completely distroyed my mood today. josh is like my little brother,and i love him to bits. i dont want him to be hurt because of a stupid asshole who lied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.. sorry for the rant. i had to get it out somehow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks for listening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo,&lt;br /&gt;video girl.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3844529355035830905-3323707750048679742?l=videogirl05.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://videogirl05.blogspot.com/feeds/3323707750048679742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3844529355035830905&amp;postID=3323707750048679742' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3844529355035830905/posts/default/3323707750048679742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3844529355035830905/posts/default/3323707750048679742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://videogirl05.blogspot.com/2008/10/rotten-mood.html' title='Rotten mood. &gt;:['/><author><name>ViDE0GiRl.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18008983654288640886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tPFgocpfSDY/SXtxZSo4T9I/AAAAAAAAADA/bTY5dyOV288/S220/untitled5.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tPFgocpfSDY/SO-gVXOB-TI/AAAAAAAAABc/DE_RV8YhL9U/s72-c/Nick+j+-+heart.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3844529355035830905.post-4274445625383090070</id><published>2008-09-12T18:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-12T18:38:06.158-07:00</updated><title type='text'>so , i love life. :)</title><content type='html'>Quote of the day: Chels: "OH! Tell Michael about our super-spontanious plan!"  Me: "You mean the super-spontanious plan we're not even doing for another 2 years..?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Song of the day: Psychosocial - Slipknot.&lt;br /&gt;Item of the day: Sparkly purple scarf.&lt;br /&gt;Sing lyrics of the day:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It's a beautiful day,dont you throw it away&lt;br /&gt;So come one,get ready,get ready.&lt;br /&gt;Jump in your car,and forget who you are.&lt;br /&gt;So come on,are you ready?Get ready!&lt;br /&gt;Don't get left behind,no,don't get left behind;&lt;br /&gt;LET'S GO!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So,today was fun. School was alright, but my English teacher is still a bitch. :)&lt;br /&gt;But it's okay,cause I'm starting to adjust all the new things that come along with 10th grade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Anyways&lt;/em&gt;,so I have a new fettish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;iCARLY.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's odd. I'm starting to love all the kiddie shows. Naked Brothers Band,iCarly... it's all good. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lolol. So,if you havent met my friend &lt;em&gt;The Masked&lt;/em&gt; yet,I suggest you do it. Right now. Go on. Get.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo,&lt;br /&gt;VG.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3844529355035830905-4274445625383090070?l=videogirl05.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://videogirl05.blogspot.com/feeds/4274445625383090070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3844529355035830905&amp;postID=4274445625383090070' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3844529355035830905/posts/default/4274445625383090070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3844529355035830905/posts/default/4274445625383090070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://videogirl05.blogspot.com/2008/09/so-i-love-life.html' title='so , i love life. :)'/><author><name>ViDE0GiRl.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18008983654288640886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tPFgocpfSDY/SXtxZSo4T9I/AAAAAAAAADA/bTY5dyOV288/S220/untitled5.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3844529355035830905.post-1933702344690215251</id><published>2008-09-08T13:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-08T14:08:06.955-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Video Girl's gonna rock your world.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tPFgocpfSDY/SMWUI85wY-I/AAAAAAAAAAQ/RhV0b_FZAXA/s1600-h/Love+Icon+3.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tPFgocpfSDY/SMWUI85wY-I/AAAAAAAAAAQ/RhV0b_FZAXA/s320/Love+Icon+3.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243760222651048930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;hola.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;So, I'm not gonna give out my real name. So I'll just go by Video Girl. I heard about this website through some of my friends,and they said it was pretty cool. So here I am. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anywhooo .. my life is fairly boring right now. I just got back to school after summer vacay,and my English teacher happens to be a bitch. So.. life is grand. *rolls eyes*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love a bunch of different things. Singing is one of my favorite things to do, I just randomly grew into singing in about 7th grade. Talking is one of my strong points. Not in front of an audience,but just with my friends in general. I love them to death,no matter how stupid,annoying and fairly idiotic they can be. They know the real me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate backstabbers. I've had about one too many encounters with them and I refuse to be walked over anymore. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also chose the name Video Girl because I love the Jonas Brothers. And I'm determined to be in at least ONE music video before I leave this Earth. 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